pov

when you are covered in opinions

like a film of fresh dew

your all shiny and bright

and you think

well this is alright

then the sun enters the stage

like the truth of an old sage

and your dewy delight

turns to such a funny sight

your dry and all sweaty

and such a fright

that your point of view

disappears out of sight

so watch what you say

what you do and what you seem

maybe it's a dream

to wake up to

 

 

Done